Eight maids stood silently at the ready, their service unobtrusive and dutiful. Butler Danny stood slightly bowed, his expression respectful and solemn.
The three-story high ceiling of the living room conveyed a sense of luxury and breadth, the crystal chandeliers imported from Italy emitting a soft, non-glaring light.
Even the inconspicuous blue and white porcelain in the corner of the room was an antique worth over thirty million!
One could say that the entire hall was Chu Mo's home turf. Here, every move Chu Mo made drew the attention of everyone present. It was the surrounding atmosphere that endowed Chu Mo with immense confidence, enabling him to disregard the oppressive air emanating from the formidable man across from him.
This man, towering over two meters tall, with eyes as large as copper bells, exuded an imposing presence that demanded respect even while seated casually, a presence no one dared to belittle.
